A wolf pack is gathered 'round
Their steamy breaths fill the cold night air with wispy tendrils of white
two wolves facing each other
an old, battle-scarred wolf,
and a young robust one
They snarl, circling 'round
The pungent smell of rotten meat
emanates the fierceness of the two
one pounces
clings to the other's paw bursting its tiny, delicate veins
adrenaline
it snarls
one backs down in submission
hides its bleeding paw
but the law of the wild shows no mercy
the crowd is frothing with drool, ready for a kill
resisting their urge to pounce
Eyes striking, like metal against metal
they circle around each other
the wolf pounces
shot tears into skin, blood gushing out
teeth sink into warm jugulars
black spots appear
The light flows into the bowl of the midnight sky
the pack drags the wolf away, leaving a trail of crimson blood in the snow.
and as dawn rises, the young replaces the old
a new sun, a new day, a new leader.
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